Brine Face Poem by Monkgogi 'Rhetoric' Moshaga

My face is not ordinary, my eyes have poured now too dry i shall not cry.
My face is not of the ordinary it has waters past through it, it has distinct taste of sorrow taste of fear.
Helpless i lay, hoping that one may.Please help me dear..
Dear brave with strength change my flavor give me new taste.
Give it taste give it taste of life, id be glad for change i would be glad in the state where lies less sorrow and misery, give it taste brighten my nature.
Brine never was never sweet but the ocean is good.
It is good i release my tears it is good i release them.
They block how i see happiness, they wash impurity off thine brine face.
New taste of life happy moments befall me, a pinch of times sad, a pinch of moments bad make me strong and forget what i done wrong.
Brine was never sweet but the ocean is good.